Mental Health

Agoraphobia

  

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Mental Health

What Depression Looks Like

  

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Mental Health

Panic Attack In A Jar

  

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Music, Poetry

Mississippi Blues

 

 

No one’s home, no one’s home

Oh Mississippi leave me alone

I ain’t got no dammed whiskey

I’ve been dry to the bone

My pockets been empty

Since I turned eighteen

My mind ain’t been right since

Last Halloween 

Don’t come here no more

I won’t open my door

I ain’t got no news

I’m begin’ and stealing 

And singing the blues

Oh Mississippi you whore

Don’t you come here no more

Don’t you come here

Don’t come around

Don’t you come here no more

~Sarah Davenport 2015

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Art

Variations – Circuladies

            

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Music, Poetry

Howard Hughes’n It

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I need a drink array, not just one or two, but a display.
I want coffee, water, gin and juice. My momma calls it beverage abuse
I like to sin like they do in bars. They say Howard Hughes stored urine in jars. I’ve peed in beer bottles in the backseats of cars. My closet’s full of coffee stained scars.

I’ve got san pellegrino, I’ve got a mojitto, I keep sake at 70 degrees.
Hot cocoa; I like white. Rum and iced tea. I have a bottle of whiskey that gives a good bite. I sip, spill, drip and refill, it’s not all for thrill, hooch can put up a fight.

Momma thinks I’m losing it. Doc thinks I’m abusing it. But you can tell old Jim Beam we’re alright.
Cause I’m
Howard Hughes’n
Howard Hughes’n
Howard Hughes’n
it tonight.

Went to the dentist, made me rinse with tap water, nothing to chase it, like a poor farmer’s daughter. Went to the grocer had to drink from a fountain, no lemon or lime, like some hinterland mountain. Went to the river, had nothing to drink, like a deserted, rusted up, garbage dump sink.

See I can’t be blamed, my thirst can’t be tamed, my needs won’t go unnamed. So tell Jim Bean we’re alright.
Cause I’m
Howard Hughes’n
Howard Hughes’n
Howard Hughes’n
it tonight.

~Sarah Davenport 2014

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Music, Poetry

Galaxy Pants

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The constellations in my mind
Cannot be defined by the letters in a book
A billion stars shine together
By gravitational attraction no need of interaction
All I need to do is look

Oh galaxy pants
Come and do your dance
Come on and
Shake my universe
Like an asteroid romance

Oh galaxy Tights
Come on and shine your lights
Dip me low on
Earth bound nights
Show me your meteor delights

Oh galaxy pants
Oh galaxy pants
OH GALAXY PANTS
How can you walk on by
And leave me in the sky
Your like a comet flying by
You left some stardust in my eye

Oh galaxy pants

*Repeat*

((End scene))

By Sarah Davenport 2014

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